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Un ami m’a dit il y a quelques mois qu’il avait toujours su que j’étais un furry, sans rien ajouter. Je suis parti explorer ce qui pour moi était juste une idée un peu vague, et aujourd’hui mon museau a bien poussé, j’ai de la fourrure ébouriffée qui m’est sortie d’un peu partout et je remue du pompon pour celleux qui me font fondre.
Je suis un bordel collie (c’est comme un border collie, mais aux origines franchement indéterminées, et peut-être changeantes). On me qualifie souvent de tornade ou de sac de poils, on dit parfois de moi que je suis exaspérante, mais j’espère surtout être une source de joie inaltérable. Je suis parfois un mâle, parfois une femelle, et parfois je ne sais pas, selon vos envies et les miennes.
Vous me trouverez souvent en train de jouer, avec mes ami.e.s, mes animaux, ma console, mes jeux de plateau ou de rôles, il y a de la place, voulez-vous jouer avec moi, ce soir ?
Quand je cache ma fourrure, je suis vétérinaire, je ne suis jamais très loin des autres animaux.
Nordeva a dessiné mon portrait, et grâce à elle, je me trouve vraiment très belle.
Je suis un indubitablement canin, quadragénaire mais encore souple, un sourire au lèvres pour vous faire sourire aussi, mais également pansexuel, switch, polyamoureux et parent de deux enfants (et vice et versa)
Mes pronoms sont il/elle, sauf quand ça change, et tout me va.
A few months ago, a friend told me that he'd always known I was a furry. I didn’t say more. I set off to explore what was just a vague idea to me, and today my muzzle has grown nicely, I've got tousled fur sticking out all over the place and I wag my tail at those who make me melt.
I'm a bordel collie (it's like a border collie, but messier : with frankly indeterminate, and possibly shifting, origins). I'm often called a tornado or a bag of fur, sometimes exasperating, but most of all I hope to be a source of unadulterated joy. Sometimes I'm a male, sometimes a female, and sometimes I don't know, depending on my desires and yours.
You'll often find me playing, with friends, pets, console, board or role-playing games - there's plenty of room. Voulez-vous jouer avec moi, ce soir ?
When I'm hiding my fur, I'm a veterinarian, so you'll never find me very far from the other animals.
Nordeva drew my portrait, and thanks to her, I think I'm rather gorgeous.
I'm an unmistakable canine, in my forties but still flexible, smiling to make you smile, too, but also pansexual, switch, polyamorous and parent of two children (and vice versa).
My pronouns are he/she, except when they are not, it’s fine anyway.
Je suis un bordel collie (c’est comme un border collie, mais aux origines franchement indéterminées, et peut-être changeantes). On me qualifie souvent de tornade ou de sac de poils, on dit parfois de moi que je suis exaspérante, mais j’espère surtout être une source de joie inaltérable. Je suis parfois un mâle, parfois une femelle, et parfois je ne sais pas, selon vos envies et les miennes.
Vous me trouverez souvent en train de jouer, avec mes ami.e.s, mes animaux, ma console, mes jeux de plateau ou de rôles, il y a de la place, voulez-vous jouer avec moi, ce soir ?
Quand je cache ma fourrure, je suis vétérinaire, je ne suis jamais très loin des autres animaux.
Nordeva a dessiné mon portrait, et grâce à elle, je me trouve vraiment très belle.
Je suis un indubitablement canin, quadragénaire mais encore souple, un sourire au lèvres pour vous faire sourire aussi, mais également pansexuel, switch, polyamoureux et parent de deux enfants (et vice et versa)
Mes pronoms sont il/elle, sauf quand ça change, et tout me va.
A few months ago, a friend told me that he'd always known I was a furry. I didn’t say more. I set off to explore what was just a vague idea to me, and today my muzzle has grown nicely, I've got tousled fur sticking out all over the place and I wag my tail at those who make me melt.
I'm a bordel collie (it's like a border collie, but messier : with frankly indeterminate, and possibly shifting, origins). I'm often called a tornado or a bag of fur, sometimes exasperating, but most of all I hope to be a source of unadulterated joy. Sometimes I'm a male, sometimes a female, and sometimes I don't know, depending on my desires and yours.
You'll often find me playing, with friends, pets, console, board or role-playing games - there's plenty of room. Voulez-vous jouer avec moi, ce soir ?
When I'm hiding my fur, I'm a veterinarian, so you'll never find me very far from the other animals.
Nordeva drew my portrait, and thanks to her, I think I'm rather gorgeous.
I'm an unmistakable canine, in my forties but still flexible, smiling to make you smile, too, but also pansexual, switch, polyamorous and parent of two children (and vice versa).
My pronouns are he/she, except when they are not, it’s fine anyway.
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A furrier path
a year ago
It's another me again.
Since teenhood I'm adding layers of alter egos to myself. No surprise I became so fond of tabletop roleplaying games. It was a very acceptable and shareable way of being somebody else. Even with the morale panic of the 90's. I dreamt so much of werewolves and becoming an animal. So, no surprise again if werewolf became my favourite game. I was so in love with it that I never managed to play it properly. Or, rather, the way I wanted. I took a pseudonym, the name an anthro wolf from a comic I loved. It became my name on the TTRPG scene. I had a place in a fandom. I met so many great people who seemed to appreciate the guy I was. A version of me.
Still I had no clue about furries. My sexuality (bisexuality) remained away from my sona.
I became a student. Then a young worker. I started writing about my work, it was the time of blogs. I started with a new sona, a she-wolf, but I switched fast to something more consensual. I took a new pseudonym, nearly a furry one, and I had quite a success. I get married. Had two children. Years passed, I still impersonnated the TTRPG version of me, the author's one, and my wife and me switched to open relationship. I created a twitter acount to meet the polyamorous community. Another version of me.
Then I met her.
We... Just became mates, nearly instantly, mates like she was the female I was looking for, and I was the right male, I became her female and she was my male and all of this male and female shit didn't matter. We are friends, lovers, and something else. He met all the "me". She accepted them all. I could then be a guy, a girl, a dog, a father, a writer, a slut, a master, a cuddlebear, a dreamer. We juste accepted ourselves like animals made one for the other. There is something chemical about this.
And we finally met the furries. A community we could belong to. Now for months we're building our fursonas with an extraordinary artist.
I'm 44 yo now and I'm not starting a new life, I'm juste keeping on with the old one. But I'm adding a new layer of me.
I can't wait to meet you.
Since teenhood I'm adding layers of alter egos to myself. No surprise I became so fond of tabletop roleplaying games. It was a very acceptable and shareable way of being somebody else. Even with the morale panic of the 90's. I dreamt so much of werewolves and becoming an animal. So, no surprise again if werewolf became my favourite game. I was so in love with it that I never managed to play it properly. Or, rather, the way I wanted. I took a pseudonym, the name an anthro wolf from a comic I loved. It became my name on the TTRPG scene. I had a place in a fandom. I met so many great people who seemed to appreciate the guy I was. A version of me.
Still I had no clue about furries. My sexuality (bisexuality) remained away from my sona.
I became a student. Then a young worker. I started writing about my work, it was the time of blogs. I started with a new sona, a she-wolf, but I switched fast to something more consensual. I took a new pseudonym, nearly a furry one, and I had quite a success. I get married. Had two children. Years passed, I still impersonnated the TTRPG version of me, the author's one, and my wife and me switched to open relationship. I created a twitter acount to meet the polyamorous community. Another version of me.
Then I met her.
We... Just became mates, nearly instantly, mates like she was the female I was looking for, and I was the right male, I became her female and she was my male and all of this male and female shit didn't matter. We are friends, lovers, and something else. He met all the "me". She accepted them all. I could then be a guy, a girl, a dog, a father, a writer, a slut, a master, a cuddlebear, a dreamer. We juste accepted ourselves like animals made one for the other. There is something chemical about this.
And we finally met the furries. A community we could belong to. Now for months we're building our fursonas with an extraordinary artist.
I'm 44 yo now and I'm not starting a new life, I'm juste keeping on with the old one. But I'm adding a new layer of me.
I can't wait to meet you.
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